 English political scientist and historian.
In the diplomatic service until 1936, he was Assistant
Editor of The Times (1941-6) and wrote
several important historical texts, including biographies of Marx (1934) and
Bakunin (1937).

 I even thought her heart taught me something, in spite of its inexperience, or perhaps precisely because of it, for in matters of love one unlearns with practice, and the novice is the learned one. "Primas de Sapucaia!" (1883), first collected in Histórias sem data (1884); Jack Schmitt and Lorie Ishimatsu (trans.) The Devil's Church, and Other Stories (London: Grafton, 1987) p. 19.

 Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms and little wildflowers.

 Some people belong entirely to others … They have not a day, not an hour to call their own, so completely do they give themselves to others. This is true even in matters of understanding. Some people know everything for others and nothing for themselves.Maxim 252

 I have sometimes suspected that the only thing that holds no mystery is happiness, because it is its own justification."Unworthy", in Brodie's Report (1970); tr. Andrew Hurley, Collected Fictions (1998)Variant: I have thought from time to time that the only thing without mystery is happiness, since it justifies itself.

 The moon, full orb'd, forsakes her watery cave,And lifts her lovely head above the wave.The snowy splendours of her modest rayStream o'er the glistening waves, and quivering play:Around her, glittering on the heaven's arched brow,Unnumber'd stars, enclosed in azure, glow,Thick as the dew-drops of the April dawn,Or May-flowers crowding o'er the daisy-lawn:The canvas whitens in the silvery beam,And with a mild pale red the pendants gleam:The masts' tall shadows tremble o'er the deep;The peaceful winds a holy silence keep;The watchman's carol, echo'd from the prows,Alone, at times, awakes the still repose.Canto I, st. 58 (as translated by Mickle).

 In tears she utter'd—as the frozen snowTouch'd by the spring's mild ray, begins to flow,So just began to melt his stubborn soul,As mild-ray'd pity o'er the tyrant stole;But destiny forbade: with eager zeal,Again pretended for the public weal,Her fierce accusers urged her speedy doom;Again dark rage diffused its horrid gloomO'er stern Alonzo's brow: swift at the sign,Their swords unsheathed around her brandish'd shine.O foul disgrace, of knighthood lasting stain,By men of arms a helpless lady slain!Canto III, st. 130 (translated by Mickle); of Inez de Castro.

 O Mighty King! The perils of the sword,Or fire, or frost, I nothing estimate;But much I grieve that life must circumscribeThe limits of my zeal.Canto IV, st. 79 (translated by Thomas Moore Musgrave).

 He thought he understood for the first time why some said life is a dream: If one lives long enough, facts about your life, just like your dreams, become impossible to communicate, because nobody cares about them.Diario de la Guerra del Cerdo, 1969.

 I wish to leave the worldBy its natural door;In my tomb of green leavesThey are to carry me to die.Do not put me in the darkTo die like a traitor;I am good, and like a good thingI will die with my face to the sun.A Morir [To Die] (1894)

 From this moment on, Peru is free and independent by the general will of its people and by the justice of its cause that God defends. Long live the nation! Long live the freedom! Long live the independence!(Declaration of the Peruvian independence, July 28, 1821).

 It is suspicious how the author has to unite the Greek and Christian mythology, leading to a kind of pandeism, which, moreover, is always limited by the presence of that divine Providence. Joaquín Alvárez Barrientos, La novela del siglo XVIII?, Page 257, 1991.

 Arms and the Heroes, who from Lisbon's shore,Thro' seas where sail was never spread before,Beyond where Ceylon lifts her spicy breast,And waves her woods above the watery waste,With prowess more than human forc'd their wayTo the fair kingdoms of the rising day:What wars they wag'd, what seas, what dangers past,What glorious empire crown'd their toils at last. Luís de Camões, opening lines of The Lusiads (1572), as translated by William Julius Mickle (1776).